Heaven Is a World

In getting into a conclusive unit We may need a saturated balloon From what we have got is far from accepting Those who insisted beyond lying pits. Dear men under siege, from back and forth who face scratching soil and the scorching sun Yet have to account for what they have earned. Who will call who into justice burst forth. Heaven must have been right reward for them. But libido instilled in them a love Of touch, riches, mantle, mansion and fame Waved their fat claimed hope, achievements... But tough. No amount of clarion call to guidance Will stay their world, if they won't be guided.